This blog contains the daily grind of a bloke striving to be a mediocre cyclist. A bunch of training logs, with some comments thrown in to keep me amused (it's ok for you to be amused as well).

Be warned, this site contains references to poop.

Friday, 5 April 2013

5/04/2013

CX Shenanigans:
I hung out at 7 grams until quarter past 6, my empty macchiato glass almost as forlorn as me, eventually I had to concede that I was as unloved as a red headed step child and head out for a solo mission.

I had a bunch of fun, but it's hard to push your physical limits solo. I wasn't fully in the groove on the bike either, my bunny hops were terrible and the flow elided me a bit when things got tight, still, I had a bunch of fun winding my way through the inky darkness on skinny knobs with naught but the occasional smell of bat poo to keep me company.